Chapter 92 Do you know what it means to live off someone for free? What money should I give? The old Buddha has paid for me!

Although there were not many pedestrians on the road, they all cast strange glances at me.

There was only one thought in their minds: what's wrong with this person?
Yelling something weird in Chinese on the street, what's the difference between that and "shitting in the street"?
Parker scratched his head, looking confused: "Dude, what did you just mean?"

"Is this some kind of prayer ritual before meals that the believers in Daxia have to perform?"

In the Western world, many believers will give thanks before eating. They don't thank themselves for their hard work, nor do they thank the hard-working farmers, but thank "God" for giving them food.

Although Parker said he couldn't understand this behavior, he respected other people's choices.

"Parker, people in Daxia don't believe in religion."

Buller's face darkened. Did he read all the books he asked him to read in vain?
Then he continued to explain: "The ordinary people in Daxia only care about who gives out more eggs and who gives out better meals on weekends. It's different from what we understand as believers."

People even have to worship gods for their usefulness. They pray to them every day for wealth and good luck. If it doesn't rain, then it's God's fault.

It's not like here, where they pray and pay tithes, but in the end they are still accused of being "not pious enough".

In comparison, Buller felt that the environment in Daxia was a place where people could truly believe in religion.

"Because, once again, I begged for food, and that's my 'praise'."

Although he didn't quite understand what Buhler was saying, which was mixed with various kinds of 'professional English', the man called the lecturer seemed to hear that they were wondering why he was shouting so loudly.

Of course, he repeated these explanations more than once.

"Beg?" Parker curled his lips: "Have you been eating relief food and welfare? Don't you plan to work?"

"And if you eat too much of this, you'll get sick."

These relief foods do not taste good. They are basically products that are about to expire. Merchants are too lazy to deal with them, so they distribute them as relief foods. They can also offset a large amount of tax.

If they were not forced to do so, even he and Buhler would not eat this kind of food. Who knows if they would get sick tomorrow?

"Being sick? What are you afraid of? I have a medical card, so I can see a doctor for free!"

"Medicare is just a prepayment. You still have to pay the medical bills later."

Buller seemed to think he didn't know much about the American medical system.

The white card is just a decoration, because most diseases are not allowed to be treated for free, and you need to pay the bill for doctor's consultation fees, etc. After the medical treatment, the bill will be sent directly to your home.

The doctor may not even prescribe any medicine for you. He may just chat with you for fifteen minutes, touch your waist, and then send you a medical bill for $5670.

Therefore, Americans basically avoid going to the hospital if they can. If they don’t have medical insurance, they dare not see a doctor at all. If they faint on the street, they have to pray that passers-by don’t call an ambulance, otherwise they will go bankrupt.

However, after hearing this well-intentioned advice, the man called "Lecturer" smiled calmly: "Why should I pay it back? Mr. Buddha has already paid it for me, why should I pay?"

"Unless you ask Eagle to return all the property that was looted from Daxia."

"Hiss, it seems like what you said is right." The two of them took a deep breath.

After this series of punches, this logic really seems impeccable?

At that time, the United States was also one of the Eight-Nation Alliance, and there are still many looted cultural relics in New York museums. If you want the Daxia people to pay back the money, shouldn’t you return the looted cultural relics first?
Listen to this.

Parker looked as if he had discovered a new world: "Boy, you are different from many Daxia people I know."

"I like your straightforward speech."

The two black and white demons looked at him with admiration.

Parker had met many illegal immigrants from Daxia before, but each of them "adored" the Eagle Sauce extremely. He just couldn't stand these people. As an Eagle Sauce person who had lived here for more than 20 years, didn't he understand the Eagle Sauce as well as they did?
"Goodbye, I still have to go see if there is any free milk in the shelter in the city, and charge my phone by the way." The lecturer hurried to the next destination with the food in his arms.

Since they are all free anyway, he will definitely choose the most delicious and edible food.

Looking at his receding back, Buller muttered to himself: "Is this the true lowest level of survival for the Eagle Sauce?"

He originally thought that his and Parker's living conditions were bad enough.

But I never expected that there are always people better than you and there are actually such a group of people who survive on the worst quality social welfare?

"Parker, it's time for us to take action." Buller's eyes flashed.

"Let's do it ourselves, a new Eagle Sauce!!"

Change begins in this small town of Livermore.

At nine o'clock in San Francisco, the whole city was jammed with traffic.

Every road and every alley is filled with the endless sound of various horns.

"Lucy, stop playing and go to the consulate to apply for a visa."

Lu Ze held her hand and walked through the streets.

At this moment, he felt helpless. How come Lucy was like a husky, disappearing as soon as he let go of her?

"Lu Ze, this candied haws is delicious, try it." Lucy said vaguely.

At this time, she was holding a string of candied haws in her left hand and an ice cream in her right hand. The combination of the two desserts gave an invincible stimulation to her taste buds.

Twenty minutes later, the two walked hand in hand into the Daxia Consulate.

Since it is not a holiday or peak season, there are not many people handling business at the consulate.

Even the visa process is very simple, it is nothing more than submitting some materials and application forms. After all, in today's impoverished Daxia, it is unlikely that anyone would go there to work illegally.

Unless it is a work visa, which is more difficult to obtain, a tourist visa is generally easy to pass the review.

However, when the visa officer looked at the asset certificate submitted by Lucy, he looked at Lu Ze next to him.

"Hiss, the young are really formidable."

With this asset, let alone traveling to Daxia, even if you use it to invest in building a factory, you will be fully welcomed.

"The tourist visa period is from June 6.15th to July 7.15th. You can stay in Daxia with your passport during this month."

“Finally it’s done!”

After receiving her passport, Lucy let out a long sigh and looked at Lu Ze with a happy face: "Shall we go to Chinatown to eat Chinese food?"

There are so many delicious foods in Chinatown in San Francisco. If she doesn’t eat them, then wouldn’t her trip be in vain?
"Okay, now go eat."

Lu Ze touched Lucy's head. If he didn't let her have a big meal, she probably wouldn't be able to go home.

Turn around and leave.

Gazing at the two figures, the visa officer looked at Lu Ze with more respect.

Judging from the situation, the man is still in the dominant position among these two?

Is this the legendary freeloader? Is this Uncle Tat's true disciple?

at the same time.

Daxia, in the office of the president of Xia Academy of Sciences.

It was already night time, but the whole house was still brightly lit.

Zheng Lixing showed a trace of anxiety: "Lao Zhang, how is this going?"

"Regarding the national student food subsidy plan, it has been preliminarily approved by the higher authorities."

A smile appeared on Zhang Yuli's face and he nodded.

After communicating with the 'mysterious organization' this morning, he immediately made a plan for 'food subsidies' and submitted it to his superiors, which was approved within a few hours.

After all, Daxia has always been inclined to deal with anything related to the "mysterious organization" severely and quickly, not to mention that this plan is to be popularized to tens of millions of poor students across the country, so it will be passed faster.

"That's good." President Zheng Li took a breath and slowly poured himself a cup of tea: "Next, it's about how to implement this subsidy plan."

"The 'mysterious organization' will probably send someone over soon, so we have to act as soon as possible."

Otherwise.

By then, others will have given the "gift" to Daxia, and we will have to wait a long time before we can launch the "food subsidy for poor students" program. Can that still be called a return gift?

"Well, I have already notified several important departments, and I believe there will be results soon."

Zhang Yuli continued, "But the higher-ups did change some of the contents, adding two or three points."

"What has been changed?" Zheng Lixing paused, his voice full of curiosity.

"We have added 80 billion RMB to the original amount, and expanded the scope to include poor college students across the country, not just poor primary and secondary school students. We will provide each student with a nutritious lunch every day, and this will be a long-term plan that will last for 10 years."

"This is good."

Zheng Lixing responded repeatedly.

The previous plan only targeted primary and secondary school students but not college students, which was indeed not thoughtful enough. Daxia could still come up with the additional 80 billion yuan if it gritted its teeth.

College students are around 18 or 19 years old, and most of them are far away from their hometowns and native lands.

Many students in poor mountainous areas would not spend the money on food and drink even if they received living allowances, but would save it or buy some daily necessities.

A nutritious lunch every day is also very important to them.

After solving this major problem, Zheng Lixing was obviously in a much more relaxed and happy mood. He happily took out a cigarette and started smoking in the office.

Blowing out a smoke ring, he looked at Zhang Yuli and asked, "Should we inform Lao Zhao about the technology of the C-5M 'Super Galaxy' transport aircraft now?"

After acquiring the technology, the two had been thinking about how to "return the favor" and how to implement the national poverty-stricken student subsidy program, and had not had time to take care of the transport aircraft technology.

Now that we have dealt with the issue of returning the gift.

Now, it is time to prepare to build Daxia’s super-large transport aircraft.

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